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The Lake Of Shadows
Chastity Point Series
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Number of pages: 383
Word Count: 111651
Cover Artist: Gözdem Perrichet
Keegan Callaghan knows the taste of loss. Fate has severely tried him; first by taking away his parents when he was but a child, then destiny didn’t spare him the heartache of losing the woman he loved, when she fell victim to vicious killers who were after him.
He is a man, but not human.
At least that’s not all there is to him.
There is a savage side to his nature, a werewolf like creature that most would attribute with folklore or a myth. Troubled by his own animalistic tendencies he has a hard time accepting and haunted by vicious memories, he decides to leave his home in Ireland and move to the US, where his mother was from.
But the quiet town of Chastity Point, Connecticut is not what it seems.
Jade Thorton is trying to lead the life she always dreamed of having. She owns a bakery, has friends, and a loyal dog, which seems to be fully satisfying after the traumatic experience of her childhood that casts a long shadow on her whole life.
The last thing she expects is to find herself thrown back into the past by the events taking part in the small town when blood is being spilled in rural Chastity Point.
The fascination she feels for the mysterious man with eyes full of painful secrets could be her chance for happiness, or her final downfall…
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Excerpt Chapter 14
He sat on his porch, listening to the sounds that approaching night was bringing up to him. It was like a lullaby, to which he get used to surprisingly fast.
Opened bottle of chilled beer stood on the wooden table, next to his elbow. Condensation was dripping slowly down along the glass in an essence reminiscent of the sand in an hourglass.
He propped his ankles comfortably on the balustrade, letting peace of the moment to seep inside of his skin. A light breeze played with his hair, like a teasing hand of a lover, carrying memories within that were fighting with a present.
Too many memories he tried to resist.
But they were stripping his will away, pulling him under. Taking him back to the times when he had been a mere shadow passing by, living on the outskirts of the real world.
Riona was dead, and with her death all the light went out from his life. One careless incident, and he was spiraling down, down, down …
At first, vengeance was the only thing that kept him going, kept the blood pumping in his veins, kept his heart beating in his chest.
After all was said and done, he was left with memories alone.
Memories that taunted him.
Then even they were too much and started to elude his grieving mind. During the first year he was so close to the edge. He let his animal side come to the fore, trying to bury himself in the most basic survival mode. He became vicious beast walking on two legs, ready to strike at the slightest provocation, or even without.
He didn’t care if he would bring death upon the others or himself. No, he prayed for the end, because only in death they could be together again. Then one sober thought slashed brightly through his half mad mind.
He didn’t deserve the blessing of the death.
He needed to take in the suffering with every breathe, with every step of his way…
Then all the other women followed. Nameless fucks. That’s what they were. He made sure, he has never had a hard time walking away from any woman, after not being able to reach the only one he wanted.
All these years females had come to him easily, and then disappeared even faster. Names and faces turned into blur, not letting one of them become too important to him. It was a simple matter he based his survival on.
They were all blonde and tall, but they were mere shadows of the only female he could never touch again. Didn’t deserve from the beginning, but couldn’t resist. And she paid dearly for his weakness.
Not any other has ever came close to touching precious memories he carried within. These other females were wrecks, just like him. Castaways left for scavengers to pray.
Trying to lose themselves in one of the most primal acts. In order to dream, to forget, to die, and reborn as someone else. Trying to … feel something, anything. But nothing helped. Not to him.
Never to him.
Grief and rage became like a third entity living under his skin.
Until one day he opened up his eyes, and saw all that he had brought upon himself. He became what he despised the most.
Riona would despise him as well.
Not for failing in protecting her, never that. But for what he allowed her death to turn him into. This bitter, violent shell of the man she used to love, nothing but a husk of his former self, on a sloppy road to hell.
He shook his head like an animal that lived inside of him, shrugging off the trance like state. There was no peace in the evening breeze, soothing lullaby snapped in the midway. Broken sound of it reverberating in his jagged soul.
He leaned against the back of his chair, balancing it precariously on two legs. Precarious balance was a good analogy to his current situation, he thought, and blew out the harsh breath, swearing eloquently.
All in him wanted to get back to her, to bury himself in her body, to slip under her skin. All in him tightened in possession at the mere memory of the hungry intensity between them.
He would like nothing more, than to blame it all on his primal, animal part, but deep down he knew human male felt exactly the same way.
He didn’t want to feel this way about any woman.
Not after the lesson of the past. He knew dangers hidden in it, remembered gut wrenching emotions. They were nothing more than a weakness, which could lead a man to a downfall.
And now Jade threatened all his memories, deepening his guilt, and self–loathing. Because she was making him break the vows he made a long time ago, forget his own rules he tried to live by. And she didn’t even have to try, he thought bitterly.
The smart thing to do would be walking away now, but he was afraid it was already too late for that.
He took Jade, just like he wanted, but it didn’t appease his craving. If anything the craving became even sharper, than before. If he had any hopes of moving on after having her, now he could finally stop deluding himself about it.
She was his, and some feral part of him refused to consider any other possibility.
He finally couldn’t take standstill of the moment and went inside, closing the solid lid on his memories, and pretending his present doesn’t bother him at all…
Ok, so what a great mystery paranormal. I happen to love when there’s suspense and mystery that unfolds perfectly here. And speaking of secrets, I don’t think I’m going to tell you what Keegan is. You’ll have to read it to find out 🙂 I loved figuring it out!
So, Keegan finds himself in Chasity point. Here, he and his “beast” meet Jade- we’ll get to her 🙂 he had a past that makes him try to deny his pull to Jade, but try is the operative word here 🙂 He’s also a great male lead and you just want to love him.
Jade is a force! She’s a very independent feisty woman lol however all she wanted was simplicity. She’s also had some terrible past events to work through. Together Jade and Keegan will find a way to work it out with love 🙂
The writing was definitely easy to enjoy. It flowed so well that you can’t help but get stuck in the world she’s created. As the mysteries and the truths unfold, two people must figure out a way to not only live with their pasts, but with their own identities and a future that could be great. I loved it and I can’t wait for book 2!! 🙂 I still don’t wanna give up what Keegan is so today I’ll keep it to 5 PAWS and you can decide what kind of paws they are 🙂
About the Author:
M.E. Yildirim is a Public Relations specialist from Poland who is confident Satan himself created math and that the world needs more bookworms to balance the evil out. Her mother is the one who had inculcated in her respect and love for written stories and taught her not to judge a book by its cover. She lives with head full of voices which won’t be silenced until she lets them out to live and spin their tales on paper. That’s right-their tales, since they seem to have a mind and will of their own. Walking through life to the beat of her own drum, she has worked in a PR Agency, small companies, a big consortium and even in the Military. But none of it could ever compare to the adventures of creating and building up her characters and stories. M.E. believes that books are for smoothing out everyone’s feathers and reminding people all the things they’ve already forgotten. She is happily married, oftentimes engaging her husband in her writing, with or without his consent. Tenacious as much as the characters she creates, she loves challenges, letting her own creations to take advantage of that fact.